Come Back to Me

"Tracy..."

He didn't notice his anxiety in his tone.

Her way was blocked by Brody. When Tracy was going to push away Brody who was standing in front of the door, she found that she was so weak that she was held into his arms.

He held her soft hand.

Brody frowned and shouted at her angrily, "can't you speak?"

Looking at her pale and stubborn face, he had some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

His heart trembled with the bleeding hand.

As she caught the subtext of his words, she gave a bitter and beautiful smile and said, "Brody, I don't care about your pity at all."

She tried to withdraw her hand, but it was too soft to lift a little bit of strength.

The porcelain seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.

Brody carefully held up both of her hands to see, which hurt Tracy deeply.

"Ray, fetch a bowl of water and a knife from the kitchen." Turning around, Brody said softly to Ray.

Ray nodded his head obediently.

With his brows furrowed, he bent over to check her palm.

The bloody shredded porcelain was inserted into her flesh.

"Does it hurt?"

Brody looked at Tracy and said.

His tone was a kind of pampering blame.

He seemed to be complaining about her unruly behavior.

He was complaining that she didn't take good care of herself.

"It's none of your business." Tracy said while withdrawing her hands back

She stared at him stubbornly, and her eyes were full of disgust.

"Tracy Don't be so ungrateful! "

He shouted angrily and felt uncomfortable when she looked at him in disgust.

"That's ridiculous."

She turned her head.

After a few seconds, Tracy ran towards the door through Brody's inattention.

"Come here?"

Seeing that Tracy was about to run to the door. Brody pulled a long face.

Then, he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. At this moment, on the floor of the study, on the ground, Tracy's clothes and even her little face were stained with blood.

Brody's hands were scarlet with blood too. He directly lifted her to his chest when he saw that Tracy was stubbornly glaring at him again.

Pulling the chair aside.

Ray nodded to Brody and walked out quietly when he sent the basin and the knife.

He didn't even cast a glance at Tracy from beginning to end.

However, there was sadness on Tracy's face

Roy was just a kid, but he had already learned how to pretend to be nice to others. The fierceness and coldness of Ray in front of Tracy was in sharp contrast to his obedience in front of Brody.

thought Ray

"Ah --"

palm brought her

because of the pain and she withdrew her hand

by Brody forcibly. "Don't move."

coldly, frowning.

take the pieces out, he had to cut them

Would hurt.

at the pale face of Tracy, and his

bear to see her in such a

"No --"

of the knife touched her hand, she withdrew her hand

to mention

back, but failed, because

blood stained Tracy's and Brody's

which were full of fear and timidity, and frowned.

"You know it hurts?"

cry. It's none of your business. You don't have to be

the last word, she took a leap from the chair

Tracy's hand was dyed red by

"Have a seat --"

of threatening

Tracy was much more stubborn

"No --"

shook her

looked at him coldly, "Brody, are you

looked at him ironically.

remembered what

ice. He pulled her to a chair and

to care about you?

He snorted.

still so furious that he tightly pressed

tie you

to

struggling. Her face turned pale because it hurt so much and the bleeding had not stopped for such a long time.

dizzy as if she

"A little bit painful..."

said with hesitation.

a beat when

little pain flashed through

was very feeble, but she was still unwilling

say

you feel painful, you can

at her. Then he made up his mind and said.

the sharp knife at

her eyes wide open, Tracy stared at the dagger intending to be stabbed into her

rose from the bottom of his

because her own

body, it must be shaken back and forth in her flesh. Cut the wound on

"Hmm --"

stuck in her palm, Tracy almost let out a scream, but she held

her teeth, she

"Clap -"

on Brody's hand and made

was

hand held the hilt of the knife. He was a little hesitant when he felt the liquid on his hand. But

her teeth and pierced the knife a few inches deeper, although he tried to keep calm.

her lower lip tightly, while the sharp pain in her palm seemed to affect her whole

the knife cutting

face was twisted from tangle to twisted. Because of the pain, her

eyes finally could not help

cut and

out several times to stop

"Idiot --"

Tracy, Brody finally couldn't do anything to her. Annoyed, he stared at the crying